The rock tells me to fuck you
The rock tells me to fuck you
No hand could fill me like this
I want to read you up close
I bet you can serve me the special
I will make it fair to you!
Am i suppose to not like this?
How do business men get down on weekends?
I'll throw a sinful light on you
Bring the pain to build the pleasure
The morning smell is between thighs
That wet mouth looks yummy
Perfect as always
We want so much more than kisses